That afternoon, Rosalena's designer, Sara, arrived at the mansion, carrying a bundle of fabric samples and sketches.
Seated gracefully, Rosalena examined each design with keen eyes, running her fingers over the delicate embroidery and fine silks. After careful consideration, she pointed to one.
"This one," she said.
Sara beamed. "Lady Rosalena, I will make this the most beautiful dress for your debut ball tomorrow!"
Rosalena smiled. "I trust you, Sara."
With a respectful bow, the designer took her leave, and Rosalena was left alone with her thoughts.
Her mind drifted back to her mother's room.
"I never got the chance to search for more clues about the egg…"
As the household fell into deep slumber, Rosalena quietly slipped out of her bed, taking a single candle in her hand.
With each careful step, she moved like a shadow in the night, ensuring not to make a single sound. The hallways were silent, the flickering candlelight casting long, eerie shadows against the walls.
Reaching her mother's room, she gently pushed open the door, slipping inside.
Her eyes scanned the space meticulously—the drawers, the bookshelves, the closets—but found nothing related to the egg.
Then, something caught her attention.
Beneath the bed, half-hidden in the darkness, a small, locked box lay covered in dust.
"A secret box… could this be important?"
Rosalena knelt down and pulled it out. The metal lock was sturdy, and she had no idea where the key could be.
"If Mother hid this… it must hold something important."
Carefully, she clutched the box against her chest and hurried back to her room.
Once inside, she tucked it away in a secret place, making sure no one would notice.
Lying back on her bed, she exhaled.
"Tomorrow, I'll find a way to open it."
With that thought, she drifted into sleep, unaware of the mysteries waiting to unfold.